As Celina did so, Mistress D produced a few lengths of cotton rope. She tied Celina's wrists and ankles to eyebolts on the sides of the platform. She ...hen grabbed the remote for the TV from on top of the coffee table and straddled Celina's head. Celina gazed up in amazement as the Mistress' ass seems to block her view of anything else in the room. Celina took in a few long breaths and prepared herself to be smothered. Not even saying a word, the Mistress lowered herself onto Celina's face,. 'Wow' was all I could say as I realised I was going to get the chance to watch Mum do the same thing for a second time.So Mum then slipped off her shoes, hitched up her skirt and found it much easier though so still a bit of a struggle to pull down her pantie girdle before then stepping out of them and rolling down her tights to the floor. She then rummaged in the drawer to find a new pair of black tights, her skirt still managing to stay hitched up on her big arse.Then Mum started all over. .." Gibbs chuckled, shaking his head. "Did you make that yourself or was it custom made? I can't imagine there's a place for a farting hippo on the shelves." He was already starting to regain the more cultured wording of Jet Brooks but he didn't want to lose himself either. Not when she didn't even know him yet."It's okay," he said quietly, reassuring her. He was touched she'd gone to so much trouble for him."Made him myself. I had just come to NCIS and really didn't know anybody. And I went to. “Come in sit down drink this” handing her my coffee and tell me what is wrong, I went to the kitchen got some tissues She started to tell me she had done all she could to keep the guy on the side that she had been seeing from taking drugs and now she was fed up and broke it off with him.Well that is a shame I thought, A shame! No, it is a good thing. Who am I to judge? Fucked if I know what to say. I looked at her and asked, “Are you sorry about it now or what? “Yes and no” was her response;.